Trudging through the corridor with fury in his eyes, Jean Croce's footsteps could have probably been heard halfway across the Agency premises. He skidded to a halt in front of his dearest little brother's office and wrenched the door open, much to the surprise of Giuseppe, who had been sitting at his desk and tinkering with a little model ship and looked up in pleasant shock.
"Oh, hello Je—"
"What did you do to my cyborg?"
His voice was accusatory and angry, so much that Giuseppe had, quite simply, never experienced something so terrifyingly intimidating in his life.
"Wh... What do you mean? I didn't do anything," he responded, grinning nervously.
Jean's demeanor changed only slightly to his more brisk, professional side as he addressed, "Well, something's wrong with her. She refuses to stop singing this nonsense German song, even after I give her orders to."
In that instant, Giuseppe knew what it was.
"...'Well,' the Internet's a hell of a thing."
"..."